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Panthergirl, thank you for renting my blog.
(okay- I had to change this post or I will never get another tenant!)
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Panthergirl, thank you for renting my blog.
(okay- I had to change this post or I will never get another tenant!)
So what do you think? I'm not going to start a debate on someone else's blog so I'm bringing it over here.
Thanks in advance for your thoughts.
I think there is a message in here somewhere but I'm not sure I want to know what it is.
If I did get lucky I'm not sure I'd want to enhance my experience with that sort of minty freshness. First of all they are apparently green. A penis coated in green doesn't really get my juices flowing in spite of the marketing blurb on the box that says "Bright, vivid color enhances the experience". For me it brings to mind those barrel shaped jars of giant pickles you see in the Deli and I don't really like pickles. Second of all minty tingling vaginal walls? I don't know.... I'm not excited. In fact, I have visions of Icy Hot up the cooch and the vista is not pleasant. It looks like me, naked, dancing around screaming "Oh my God - it burns! it burns! Make it stop!!!" Now I might think that those little goodies would make certain oral acts more pleasurable if it weren't for the matter of the lubricant. A mouth full of minty K-Y? I'm not convinced that this constitutes sensual as my only experience with mint jelly is putting it on lamb. I am now a vegetarian and even if I weren't I don't think I would eat lamb or veal.
To summarize - minty tingle condoms make me think of giant pickles, a burning cooch, and Easter, a holiday that always freaked me out if I really thought about Jesus and his nail bloodied extremities rising up out of the ground.
So what am I missing? Can someone please tell me?
Last night we managed to talk to each other for the most part. Not about the book, really although we did give it a short chunk of the night (The Mermaid Chair - meh). Mostly we talked about us; about our relationships, our lives, our kids, our needs, our pain, our dreams, politics, losing kids, losing parents, food - you know. No topic is off limits and no one is short of opinions. We drink, we talk, we fall in love with each other.
There is a reason men worry about becoming marginalized. They just aren't half as interesting as women nor are they as capable. In fact, I might go so far as to say they have a very specific use and if they would just shut their yaps and stick with the program the world would be a better place. Not really - but when I'm fresh out of book group that's just about how I feel.
hmmm.... what to do? Actually I am planning on seeing him at least one more time. There is some possibility that he is shy or something plus I need to get to the bottom of his divorce story - it is very odd. However, if I have to drag a conversation out of him one more time or if we can't get off boring topics I'm throwing in the towel.
The place he took me to was cute and the food was good. Since this was the second outing it was time to start asking some questions. "So, what do you for fun? Read? Movies?" His response - "Don't read but I do watch movies". My brain froze as solid as a car door lock in an ice storm. The man doesn't read books, or magazines or the paper. Ouch. I should have steered off into a list of movies so I could get a read on him that way but frankly I got stuck at "I don't read". As it turns out he is lonely and bored. He doesn't get up until 8 AM every day and when he does get up he can't think of anything to do to fill his life. I think I'm supposed to be excited by the fact that he can afford to live that way but honestly, I can't quite envision happily dating someone who doesn't have more things on his wish list of "what I'd like to do" than he has time for.
I was reminded of the periodic letters to Dear Abby from "Mr. Nice Guy" who is polite and clean and nice looking and who just can't find a girl friend. Abby never said, "hey, have you ever considered the possibility that you are about as exciting as sap running down tree bark?" because that wouldn't be nice and how would she know? And frankly, I hate to say anything derogatory about R - he's a nice man. There's just no there there. No spark, no sizzle, no shine no passion. As the evening wore on I could feel little pieces of my brain burning out like red hot ashes in an updraft as I tried furiously to find something interesting to talk about. I'm sure I could find some enjoyment spending time with him walking our dogs and going skiing but I'm equally certain I would be chronically frustrated by my inability to engage him in a meaningful conversation.
Oh well. At least he didn't lie about his age.
